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Serpentine Series	By : HarmonyB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When Harmony and Ginny left the boys' room to go to bed, Harry's words raced through her mind. He said it wasn't over, meaning it wouldn't be over until Voldemort was dead. Harmony wanted to tell Harry that that wasn't going to happen; she wasn't going to let that happen. With Voldemort's memory gone, he was as harmless as a child. If Harry was going to kill Voldemort, he'd have to go through her first. She wasn't sure where the sudden desire to protect her old master came from, but she knew it was true. If it ever came to it, she wouldn't stand by and watch Harry murder him.
At least Voldemort is safe inside Menkar, where no one can hurt him, Harmony thought as she climbed the stairs to Ginny's room.
When she reached the top of the stairs, a gruff voice called up to her, "Miss Granger!"
She jumped back down the stairs and was met by Mad-Eye Moody's penetrating gaze. His normal eye narrowed at the sight of her.
"Yes, sir?" she inquired politely, remembering Moody's intent gaze trained upon her all dinner.
He pointed a thumb over his shoulder. "I believe Miss Fleur has your Death Eater clothes cleaned and ready in the laundry room."
Harmony thanked him and wondered why Fleur didn't tell her herself. When Moody didn't move to leave, she slid past him with her back against the wall and walked down the hallway. She remembered where the laundry room was from the tour Fleur gave her earlier that day. The little room resided on the far side of Shell cottage, away from the kitchen and living room. When Harmony walked inside, the smell of laundry detergent filled her nose. She found her black wool clothes folded neatly in a wicker basket. She brought the clothes to her face, breathing in the clean scent; they smelled better than even when she first got them. Snape had given them to her smelling like pine and campfire, and she never found out where exactly he got the women's clothing.
Suddenly the laundry room door banged shut behind her, making her jump and spin around with a gasp on her lips. She was surprised to see Moody there in the room with her, a hand wrapped around the door handle.
"Sir?" Harmony said slowly, holding her clean clothes to her chest.
Without a word, Moody released the handle and took a step toward her. He reached into his jacket and pulled out the copy of The Daily Prophet he was reading earlier. He unfolded the newspaper dramatically and opened it to what Harmony guessed was page five.
He cleared his throat and began in his scratchy voice, "'Granger not only is a follower of the Dark Lord, but also possesses a unique Death Eater mark called a Serpentine charm…it is understood she is the only follower of You-Know-Who ever to possess such a charm.'" Moody looked up at her from the newspaper as he folded it back into his jacket. When he said nothing, Harmony knew he was waiting for her to speak.
"I told you about the charm, remember?" Harmony said. The palms of her hands were beginning to sweat. "The snake charm, the thing he used to keep an eye on me."
Moody nodded. "I remember you telling us about a charm, but the funny thing is, Miss Granger," he chuckled dryly, "I don't remember you telling us exactly what the charm means."
Harmony gulped. She wondered what Moody was getting at. How could he possibly know the Serpentine charm was more important than she let on? As she replied, her eyes drifted over his shoulder to the laundry room door, and she found herself wondering if it was locked or not. "I don't know what you mean."
Straight away she knew he didn't believe her, because when he chuckled again his face screwed up into a sneer. He took another step toward her, making her feel claustrophobic in the small space of the laundry room.
"That's a pity, but I suppose it doesn't matter," Moody growled, "because I do know."
Harmony held back a gasp as she looked up at his scarred face. Her mind screamed, He knows the meaning of the Serpentine charm?
"I am not one to be easily fooled, Miss Granger," Moody said. "I have been an Auror for most of my life, and I have learned a fair share about the dark magic Lord Voldemort has up his despicable sleeve." His normal eye turned sad when he added, "It's a pity he had to choose a kind girl like you."
Her throat had suddenly gone dry and she swallowed before whispering, "Have you told anyone?"
Moody barked a laugh and waved his arms around. "If you think I told anyone, why in God's name would I be speaking to you here?"
Harmony breathed a sigh of relief, but told herself not to relax just yet. "So you haven't told anyone. Why?"
"I wanted to hear from you if it was true," Moody said, "because The Daily Prophet has obviously lied about other matters concerning you. You see, I—like Potter—believe you are not a Death Eater. I can sense a Death Eater a mile away, while you possess a different kind of aura, one I've felt only the Dark Lord himself possess."
"What do you mean I have an aura like Voldemort?"
"I'm sure Potter would understand if he still had a piece of the Dark Lord's soul. It is like feeling his presence when you are around. It is a heavy feeling."
"You speak as though a part of Voldemort's soul is within me. But, sir, I assure you it's just a charm."
"Hm," Moody growled, "but a powerful one at that. You are aware what this charm means, don't you, Miss Granger?"
Harmony nodded gravely, and she whispered as though afraid the whole world might hear, "I am his heir."
Moody growled again, "And you understand that this fate is unavoidable, that it is your destiny?"
Harmony gave him a hard look. "Unavoidable? No, I have a choice."
"No, you do not," Moody said deliberately. "This charm, like the Death Eater's Dark Mark, will be with you until the day you die, and it will forever be a beacon to those who follow the Dark Lord."
Harmony shook her head in denial and tears filled her eyes. Her voice quivered as she spoke, "No! I refuse to accept the responsibilities of the charm. I will not follow in his footsteps!"
"I'm afraid you have no choice." Moody said as delicately as he could.
"Do you know what this means? I would be a leader to people who kill anyone like me. Do you know how absurd that is?" Harmony was nearly hysterical now. "But I will not murder my own people, not even the most powerful of magic could change my mind."
"I see your heart is in the right place," Moody said calmly. "But if you run, they will find you."
Harmony sighed in frustration and roughly wiped away an escaped tear. "If it is so unavoidable, they why don't you turn me in? You could just get it over with."
"Because," Moody said as though happy they were finally moving on to more important matters, "I believe we can use your misfortune to our advantage. You could be our best insider to destroy the rest of the Death Eaters."
"Ha," Harmony laughed dryly, "tell that to the Ministry."
As though Moody didn't notice her sarcasm, he continued gravely, "No, no, the Ministry wouldn't listen. To them a crime's a crime, and they have no better intention than to lock you away."
"Great," Harmony said, shrugging. "Wonderful, perfect, so I'll just do our world a service by destroying the rest of the Death Eaters—if there are even any—and then they can drag me away and throw me in Azkaban. Sounds fair."
Moody pursed his lips and said, "Yes, the plan has its flaws but the Order will stand for you. We are respected members of the Ministry, so those madmen that run the place will have to listen."
"I am sorry to say, sir," Harmony said, "that I'm still not reassured."
There was a small knock on the door and Moody turned around in time to see Ginny poke her head in.
"Oh! I'm sorry," she said. "I was looking for Hermione, and I heard talking in here…"
"That's quite alright, Miss Weasley," Moody said, stepping away from Harmony. "Granger, here, was just telling me stories of her travels, quite enthralling."
Ginny nodded slowly as her eyes darted from Harmony to Moody.
"Well," Moody barked, making the girls jump. "Goodnight." He limped out of the room, his faux boot and walking stick making a kar-plunk against the stone floor.
The girl's eyes followed him out of the room and around the corner. Then Ginny slowly turned her eyes back to Harmony; her face was screwed up in a comical way that made Harmony giggle. Then Ginny said, "Well…you could have at least warned me that you wanted a moment alone with your boyfriend."
The girls burst into a fit of laughter. Harmony tossed her armful of clothes at Ginny who caught them and sprinted out of the room. Harmony raced after her feeling more like a seventeen year old kid and less like the wizarding world's future tyrant.
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